[ As much as Ross wanted to leave his own tent unnoticed, maybe slip off to some part of the resort where he can find some food that doesn't come attached to a servant, that's proved impossible. There are just too many people trying to cater to his whims. There's nowhere to hide when you've been put on a pedestal.
The silver lining, he supposes, is that when his whim is "wander around the banquet hall," nobody makes a move to stop him. His restlessness brings him past Sylus' daybed around the same time that yet another servant goes scampering away, red-faced with their inability to bring the Wildcard what he wants. Ross watches them go, then looks back at this temporary emperor lounging on his throne. ]
Not up to your standards?
[ His tone is acid as lemon juice, tart and biting. The gold laurels twining up his arms mark him as another newly arrived Wildcard, even if he's apparently doing his best to avoid the perks that come with it. ]
Indulgence
The silver lining, he supposes, is that when his whim is "wander around the banquet hall," nobody makes a move to stop him. His restlessness brings him past Sylus' daybed around the same time that yet another servant goes scampering away, red-faced with their inability to bring the Wildcard what he wants. Ross watches them go, then looks back at this temporary emperor lounging on his throne. ]
Not up to your standards?
[ His tone is acid as lemon juice, tart and biting. The gold laurels twining up his arms mark him as another newly arrived Wildcard, even if he's apparently doing his best to avoid the perks that come with it. ]